Chapter 74

They won’t let us go.

I have to think.

Conlan knows this is wrong, he told me that.

He knows I don’t belong here. He knows the way I feel for Dylan and

he says he understands the feeling, he’s the only one here who

does—love is a foreign concept to these colonists. But there’s

Marie, whose mother took him in when his own parents died. More

sister to him than lover, I’d imagine, but she’s carried his

children, both of them, and that has to mean something. That has to

create some kind of bond, regardless of what everyone else here

seems to think, what Ellingtonseems to think. Conlan’s lost

one child already. I suspect he’s harnessed too much hope on

Shanley’s briox to let another go without a fight.

I still remember the struggle I saw in his

face, Ellington’s words battling with mine, what the colony needs

versus what heneeds, and he almost won that time,

almost.I could seeit, the way he wanted to listen

to me, he wantedto say that his child is more important